Aarohi lay on her back in the center of the bed. Legs wide. Knees bent. Hands above her head holding the bars like she was chained. Her body was covered in my marks — dark bites on her boobs, red handprints on her thighs, purple choke bruises around her neck like a necklace. Cum had dried in white lines on her dark skin. Pussy swollen and open. Asshole still red and leaking. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. She breathed fast. Eyes locked on me.

“Rahul…” she said, voice shaking. “Fill my pussy again. Deep. Make me feel you inside me forever. Kiss my tears while you do it. Please… I need to feel loved and broken at the same time.”